THE OLD OAK TREE
Time, time will heal this heart.
I'm, I'm gonna have to go far.
Far from this place I know.
To where the cool winds blow these pieces apart.

Cold, so cold it's hard to look back.
I've sold my soul, as gray turns to black.
But this chill won't last.
Soon I will find the piece of mind I lack.

Down to the old oak tree and lay my body down.
And hear the rustling of the leaves, it's such a pretty sound.
I'm wond'ring how on earth I'll fill this whole I've found.
Oh maybe love is the answer, love makes the world go round.

Still, be still my heart.
At least until I can heal this scar.
With no false pretense
I'll offer up my best defense until the healing starts.

Hold, hold on to your hat.
Fold, fold your hands in your lap.
As the winds die down
There'll be no more dark clouds blowin' in from the past.

Down to the old oak tree and lay my body down.
And hear the rustling of the leaves, it's such a pretty sound.
I'm wond'ring how on earth I'll fill this whole I've found.
Oh maybe love is the answer, love makes the world...